“I’m pregnant.” Y/n spoke slowly in shock. She hadn’t said anything since they left the medbay.
“With twins.” Leia smiled at her daughter, excited to be a grandma.
“Guess it runs in the family.” Y/n laughed at her mom, her mom and uncle Luke were twins. Y/n and Ben were twins, it must run in the family. Y/n let out a stressed breath. “I’m gonna have to tell Poe.”
“I think he’ll be very excited.” Leia rubbed Y/n’s arm’s comfortingly as they sat next to each other on Y/n and Poe’s bed. They had gone back to the young couples room after they left the doctor. Leia was sure Poe would be very excited when he heard the news.
“He will be. We’ve talked about kids before.” Y/n nodded, she knew Poe would be excited but how to tell him is the question on her mind.
“That's good.” Leia was happy for them. During this time they could use a happy thing to happen. Something to also remind them what they’re all fighting for.
“I’ll need help mom.” She looked to her mom with some nerves in her eyes. Y/n’s never had a child before obviously but her mom has.
“Telling him?” Leia asked with a raised brow in question.
“Telling him and with the babies when they come.” Y/n nodded with a smile.
“I can do both hunny.” She was very excited to be a grandma, but Y/n wanting her to help? That she’d gladly be there for.
“Thanks mom.” Y/n smiled at her gratefully.
“I’m glad he was sent on a short mission.” She laughed a little, Leia was amused at how things worked out.
“Me to. I can’t wait to tell him.” Y/n was getting more excited by the minute to tell him.
“Now how to tell him.”
“Let’s plan.” Y/n smirked michevoulsy at her mom.
^ ^ ^
“Hey!” Poe greeted running over to Y/n and sweeping her up into a hug.
“Your back.” Y/n laughed, hugging him back. He’d been gone for most of the day. It was dark out now, well almost the sun was starting to set.
“I am.” Poe smiled as he set her back down on her feet.
“Hi BB.” Y/n greeted the little orange and white droid with a bright smile, before looking back at Poe. “How was the mission?”
“Good. Easy. How was the visit to the medbay?” He really wanted to know if she was okay. He really hoped she was. He didn’t want to live without her.
“It went good.” She nodded trying not to smile and give anything away.
“Well, what’d they say? What’d the doctor say?” Poe pressed, he’d been concerned the whole trip.
“Come out here for a second.” Y/n bit her lip as she dragged out of the hanger and into the opening.
“Aren’t you gonna tell me?” he furrowed his eyebrows, getting more worried. Why wasn’t she telling him?
“It’s part of it.” She told him trying to cover her excitement so she wouldn’t blow the surprise.
“Okay?” Now he was just confused.
“Good to have you back Poe.” Leia greeted the pilot as they came to stand by her outside.
“Good to be back, General.” Poe nodded, but now more confused than ever.
“Ready?” Leia asked her daughter.
“Yes” Y/n confirmed
“What's going on?” Poe asked, looking between both women in complete confusion.
“Just watch.” Y/n smiled up at her pilot before turning his head to look in the sky where a few of Poe’s fellow pilots had manipulated their X-Wing’s to let out clouds of smoke behind them to spell words in the sky.
It took Poe a moment to read the words but once he did he turned to Y/n with wide eyes and mouth open. “What?! Are you serious?!”
“Yes.” Y/n nodded with the biggest smile on her face. “I’m pregnant!”
“That's not all.” Leia nodded happily watching the scene before her with adoration. Her heart swelled for her daughter, to have someone to love her like Poe does.
“What do you mean?” Poe snapped his head in the General's direction.
“Keep Watching.” Y/n giggled pointing back to the sky.
Poe watched as they spelt out more words and once they were done Poe turned back to Y/n with an even bigger smile and wider eyes. “Twins?! We’re having twins?!”
“Yeah.” Y/n confirmed before he pulled her into a kiss.
Breaking the kiss Poe leaned his forehead against Y/n’s and smiled at his wife, his jedi, and now the mother of his children. “I can’t wait.”
Leia was surprised to sense the presence of Finn, the First Order deserter who'd been placed in a coma to heal. He was awake, and a tangle of anxiety and confusion. Twinned with him in Leia's awareness was Poe Dameron, his emotions oscillating between pride and doubt.
...
Poe had brought Finn to his quarters so he could wipe away the slimy remnants of the bacta, don one of Poe's spare Resistance uniforms — and get an answer to his question.
...
Finn could see that his friend's attention was far away. He paused, trying to figure out how to phrase what he knew he had to say.
"Look, Poe," he said. "I believe in what you guys are doing. But I didn't join this army — I followed Rey here. I just don't want you thinking I'm something I'm not."
"It's going to be alright, don't worry," Poe said. "You're with us, where you belong."
...
It was the pilot's old jacket, he saw now— the one Finn had salvaged from a wrecked TIE on Jakku, when he'd thought Poe was dead, and that Kylo Ren had sliced through in their confrontation on Starkiller Base. The rent in the back had been mended by a decidedly inexpert hand.
"I'm not much of a sewer," Poe said apologetically. "Plus I was, you know, saving the fleet."
Finn's face fell. It was a kind gesture, which was no surprise — Poe had never been anything but kind to him.
— Star Wars: The Last Jedi Novelization (Chapter 7)
Not Beta Read - A (very very belated) birthday gift for @campingwiththecharmings
Thank you for being such a good friend to me since the very beginning of my time on this site and for always being so supportive. I hope you like this and know that I love you dearly ❤️
Summary
It's your birthday, and even though the party is over, your boyfriend Poe still has a surprise in store for you.
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, soft Poe Dameron, fluff and smut, food (frosting), birthday fic, pwp, established relationship, p in v creampie, bad jokes, Poe being Poe, reader is not coded
Word Count: 1.4k
You knew that Poe was good at surprises, but seeing him when you got out of the shower wearing nothing but some strategically placed frosting on his nipples was far from what you expected. You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips. He had that playful smirk on his face that let you know you were in for a fun time. It was good to know that even after the years you’d been together, he always managed to keep things interesting.
“Remember when I told you not to fill up on birthday cake tonight?” He asked as you slowly approached him.
“Yeah…” you stopped right in front of him, “I thought you were insinuating I needed to lose a couple pounds.”
Poe broke out of his suave demeanor into a laugh that he couldn’t contain.
“Baby, you know I always like what I see,” he bit his lip and looked you up and down, “thought you knew me better than that.”
He walked up to you, seeming to make a point of swinging his hips more than necessary. When he got closer, he leaned in slowly, pressing a soft, delicate kiss against your lips. A heavy breath escaped you when you went in for more, adding your tongue to the mixture, needing desperately to taste him.
You felt his hands roaming over your body over the towel. He untucked it from around your breasts and let it drop to the floor before pulling you against his chest. You gasped, pulling back from the kiss and staring at him incredulously.
“Poe I just took a shower,” you said, trying to push him back, “I don’t want to get all–”
He interrupted with his lips over yours again, to which you gave up finally and melted into him, letting yourself give in to the moment. He lifted you by your rear, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down before crawling over you. He was so fucking handsome, dark locks falling into his glimmering eyes while he looked at you like nothing else in the galaxy existed. He dipped down, brushing his nose along yours. You could feel the frosting between your chests, smearing all over your skin.
“Was gonna let you clean me up first but…changed my mind sweetheart.”
He moved his lips to your jaw, moaning hungrily. You arched your body upward into his, feeling the warmth of his skin enveloping you. He moved his gentle kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and to your left breast where some of the frosting had transferred from his body to yours. You watched him lap some of the sweet, pink confection off your nipple before closing his mouth on it, flicking his tongue over the peak.
You gasped, reaching one hand up to grab the back of his head while the other gripped the sheets for dear life. You felt Poe’s hand slide over yours, interlocking his fingers with you as he continued his work over your tit. He was messy, slurping and sucking every bit of the frosting on your pebbled skin.
“Mm,” he hummed, looking up at you, “now you really are my sweet girl, aren’t you baby?”
You couldn’t answer, you were too wrapped up in the pleasure that his mouth afforded you, but you still nodded and groaned to show your enjoyment. He moved to the other breast, mumbling something into your sternum on the way over about how he couldn’t let that one feel left out. You felt his thumb brush over the side of your hand, and you felt comfort in his embrace.
“P-Poe…” you whined, squeezing his hand tightly.
He kissed his way back up to your lips. His tongue tasted so sweet as he melted his mouth into yours again. It was as though his cock knew right where your hole was when he lined himself up between your legs. You felt the gentle prod of his precum-slick head, testing your hole to make sure you were ready.
“Couldn’t let you spend your birthday without smothering you in some sweet loving could I?” He bit his lip, looking at you amusedly.
Slowly he slid into you, the delicious drag of his cock giving you waves of pleasure immediately as he bottomed out completely. You both expelled a breathy sigh into the room. He brought his hips back until only the tip remained before he thrusted forward even harder this time. You whimpered in response to the ache of his size. You never quite seemed to get used to that stretch.
“Oh that’s right baby, love hearing those sounds coming from your pretty lips,” he moaned into another kiss as he continued his rhythmic pace, “don’t stop, wanna hear you.”
You complied, making sure he knew exactly how you felt with every cry he forced out of your parted lips while pounding deep into your core. He leaned back and swiped some of the frosting off of his chest, sliding two thick, deliciously coated fingers in your mouth.
“Clean that up for me sweet girl, get them nice and clean.”
You sucked on Poe’s fingers while he fucked you, feeling how hard he got inside your cunt as you swirled your tongue around him. He lurched forward on the next forward snap of his hips, grabbing onto your jaw. He kept his fingers in your mouth while he pressed his lips against your ear. A low rumbling groan came from Poe’s chest.
“Fuck, suck those fingers like you’d suck this cock baby,” he said in a breathy rasp.
You closed your lips around his extremities and started bobbing your head back and forth. You loved the salty taste on the pads of his fingers while he fucked them over your tongue. Poe’s moans became deeper, and you felt him rolling his hips in a stronger, more even tempo. He started kissing the space right below your earlobe, stray curls brushing your cheek. You let out a breathy whine, feeling the way his lips sent an electric current over your entire body.
You slid your own fingers along his chest, grabbing some more of the frosting before mimicking his actions, popping them in his mouth and pushing his face up so he would look at you. He smiled around your fingertips, sticking his tongue in between your middle and forefinger. Your moan was muffled around him, feeling him slide his own digits deeper to the back of your throat.
“Fees sho goob,” Poe said in a tone laced with gravel and muffled by your fingers.
You groaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. Poe let his hand leave your mouth and wander past your throat and over your collarbone before clasping onto your breast. You moaned, dropping your hand out of his mouth as well, letting it travel down his chest and swirling the pad of your finger over his nipple in the thin layer of frosting still covering his skin.
He moved faster, choking out a heavy groan as your walls fluttered around his girth in response to the increased pace. His hips started snapping, and he leaned forward, nipping at your neck and then soothing your skin with his tongue. You heard that signature high-pitched whine escape him, letting you know he was close.
“Such a sweet girl, always so good to have you with me, to hear you, to feel you sweetheart,” he continued leaving soft kisses along the soft skin of your neck and throat, breath punching out of his lungs with every forward thrust.
“Yes, yes, you feel so good Poe,” you clenched your teeth and arched your back into him, “so-fucking-good-I—oh!”
“Oh that’s it baby, fuckthat’sitfuck!” He started moving faster, pounding his hips into you until you felt the gush of warmth spill out of him and into your cunt.
You threw your head back, filling the cabin with the moans and whines you knew he loved so much as your cunt crashed down in waves over his cock. He was still going, length pumping hot spurts into your greedy hole, painting your walls white. His voice was low and raspy as he came down from the high, pressing his forehead to yours
“Now, you’re like a sweet little pastry with a cream filling,” he said, laughing too hard at his own joke.
“Not funny,” you gave him a pity chuckle and rolled your eyes, “come on,” you tapped his side, “let’s go get in the shower.”
“Did you enjoy your cake?” He raised his eyebrow.
You tapped his nose, “coulda used more frosting...”
A/N: poe had a good time busting an imperial base somewhere so he went to the bar to celebrate and have a better time
Warnings: alcohol, iNeBriAtiOn (he gets drunk), i can't write spanish and neither can google translate, apart from that it's hella wholesome,
Transalations: mi amor = my love, bobo = silly, other translations are in the main text,
Word count: <1000
You're walking through the base's cantina bar, trying to find Poe among the crush of other tipsy pilots, when your ears catch a soft echo of his voice. It's slurred, the letters crashing into each other as he sings some sort of tune engineered to poke fun at the Empire, but it sounds amazing in his warm baritone anyway. Carefully edging your way past a few pilots taking shots at the bar, you nod to a few people who are sober enough to recognise you before you burst through the throng to find yourself face to face with Poe.
His face lights up when he sees you. 'And here's my sweet cheeks!' He crows. 'You came just in time!'
'Sweet cheeks,' you mutter to yourself. 'That's a new one.'
Poe slings his arm around you, attempting to lean against the bar but stumbling and falling against you instead. You sigh, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket to steady him, smiling when he dips his head, trying to peck you on the lips but instead missing and colliding with your cheek instead. Rolling your eyes, you turn to the pilot to your left.
'How much did you give him?'
She grins. 'He said he could take it. He didn't want to look like a lightweight.'
You laugh. 'Poe can never back down from a challenge, can he?'
'No, he can't,' the man himself cuts in proudly. 'I never back up either.'
'Good to know, mi amor,' you reply, noting the liquid spilled all the way down his shirt. 'Let's get you home, huh?'
Tucking your arm around his shoulder, you support him as best as you can to the door while he waves frantically at the others, greeting them with a lopsided smile and bright, happy, slightly hazy eyes. Finally, you manage to drag him outside, where you hope the cold night air will sober him up at least slightly. It does no such thing; instead, he cranes his neck and stare up at the stars with a child like look of wonder. Grabbing your hand, he tugs you close, hugging you to his side and kissing your hair.
'Mira las estrellas,' he whispers, falling back into his mother tongue in his intoxication. Look at the stars. 'Son tan bonitas como tú.' They're as pretty as you.
You laugh. 'Gracias, mi amor. Podría decir lo mismo por ti.' Thank you, fly boy. I could say the same for you.
He gazes at you, swinging your intertwined hands between you. Clinging on tight to you, he gazes at the base as if he's never seen it before, then stares at you as if you've got a second head. Slowly, he reaches out and smooths your hair down, his touch gentle as he murmurs something that might be 'pretty' under his breath. Suddenly, he pipes up, switching back to Basic as you begin to walk to the quarters the two of you share.
'You're my number one.'
You wrinkle your nose in confusion. 'Your number one what?'
'My number one everything,' he giggles. 'My number one darling, my number one sweetheart, mi amor número uno...' My number one love...
'So, who's your number two, then?' You ask.
He gives you a dopey smile. 'You as well. You're my number one, and my number two, and my number three, and my number four, and my number - '
'I get the gist, Poe.'
He tilts his head, almost tripping over a tool box he couldn't avoid fast enough. 'But don't you want to find out if you're my number five?'
You raise his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles. 'Tell me later, love.'
Poe huffs but obediently trundles along beside you, periodically stumbling over his own feet and crashing into things which the more sober version of him would have danced around with ease. You're not used to him being this drunk, and to be honest, he's sweet. Normally, he's precise, his face always fixed in that cocky smirk, nothing like the starry eyed grin he wears now. He won't let go of you for a second - as if you're the one who needs protection - and every few minutes he'll glance over at you and grin, mumbling something in his own language about how beautiful you are.
Eventually, you arrive at your quarters, and after a few seconds of thought you decide that he's not going to make it out of the shower. You need to change his shirt, though, it's still covered with some liquor or whiskey of some sort, and you don't want that on your sheets when he finally crashes. Tugging him into your bedroom, you make him sit down on the mattress and wait as you find a clean shirt.
'Arms up,' you say briskly. He obeys, and you shimmy his shirt up, attempting to get it over his head, when suddenly, he speaks, his voice muffled by the damp fabric.
'Wait, I have a girlfriend, what - '
You yank the shirt up over his head so he can see you. 'I am your girlfriend, bobo!'
He gives you a stupid grin. 'Oh, yeah.'
You wrestle the clean shirt over his head, and as soon as his arms pop through the sleeves, he locks them around you, burying his face in your shoulder. Sighing, you ruffle his thick curls, tugging lightly at them to prise him off you as he babbles about how good you smell. A chuckle escapes you as he slips on nothing and plummets face first onto your bed, letting out a half indignant, half terrified squeak as he falls. Groaning, he flops over, making very persuading grabby hands at you, and you indulge him, lying down beside him and allowing him to rest his head on your chest. He sighs contentedly, and you run your hands down his back in a way you know will make his eyes droop. A yawn cracks your face, and you kiss his forehead as his lashes flutter.
The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut 18+ | MINORS DNI.
Content: Female!Reader x Poe, a few curse words, one very bad pun, smut: suggestive talking and mentions of previous encounters, risky, hickeys, fingering, piv (unprotected), just filth really
Word count: 3.64K
Author's note: Finally had the time to write something for Poe - and when I tell you I am feral for this man. I wrote this in a few hours, on a roll. Enjoy.
Poe: I'll be back tonight.
A smile spread on Y/N's face as that message lit up her datapad. Poe was finally coming back from his mission, safe and sound, and there were no words to express how much she missed him - in fact, her whole body did.
It all started no longer than two months earlier. They had been teasing each other every time since Y/N joined the Resistance a year earlier, but on that particular evening one thing let to another and before they knew it, they were all over each other, making love passionately in his quarters.
Ever since then, each and every tease had a double meaning, and they could both confidently say they had a thing going on, as there was always some sexual tension between them waiting to be resloved. Her being a mechanic and him being a pilot, they didn't have any difficulties to make up excuses to see each other quite often.
Me: What a relief. I've missed you.
Y/N's response was sincere, but it was also safe - she could not stop herself from teasing him a little as well.
Me: So has my body.
She knew it would do the trick. She knew he was absolutely obsessed with being touchy, with almost worshipping her body as he often whispered breathy compliments while his coarse hands roamed all over her skin. Hence, his quick response didn't surprise her.
Poe: You can't be sending me messages like that or I'll have problems flying the ship.
Me: Oh, why? Did I fluster the greatest pilot of the Resistance? ;)
Poe: I'll get you back for this.
Me: Is that so? And what are you gonna do? Have another mechanic check your ship?
Even though she thought she had the upper hand for a moment, Poe retaliated quickly - he was no ordinary opponent in that type of conversations.
Poe: Be patient, love. Although considering how little patience you had last time when you were all over me, it may be difficult...
The audacity - as if he weren't the needy one, showing it each and every time he pulled her towards himself aggressively, grabbing her thighs, hips, wrists, anything he could dig his fingers into, roughly at that, because he had little patience, too.
Me: You loved every second of it.
Poe: Yes, I did. But it was you begging for more, wasn't it? ;)
Me: Oh, fuck you.
Poe: You will.
Her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed, the feelings this message caused in her burning in her abdomen.
That guy. No one in this galaxy could make her feel even something remotely close to what he did. She was weak for him in every sense of the word, always craving more of what he had to offer. It was going to be hard, these few more hours of waiting...
Poe's X-wing landed at the Resistance base at night, among the sounds of loud cheers. Many people wanted to greet him, congratulate on the successful mission... And he was happy to meet them, and be safe home again, but his mind had been wandering elsewhere all day.
He took his ship to the hangar and there was immediately surrounded by his friends. He only caught a glimpse of Y/N in the crowd before General Organa called him in for a report; he decided to go and meet Y/N later - he had a feeling the moment he actually spoke to her, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
As a mechanic, she immediately started checking his X-wing for any damage it might have sustained during the mission. The hangar had become empty and quiet by the time she started fixing a minor fault in the flaperon. It was only her, dim lights and every sound echoing against the walls of the spacious room.
"Look who we have here."
Y/N felt as though an electric shock surged through her body as she heard that familiar husky voice right behind her. She almost dropped her tools, then composed herself quickly before turning to face him, adjusting her tight grey shirt.
Poe was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his X-wing in a khaki shirt and his favourite jacket, a smirk on his face. She bit her lip; she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he was every time she saw him. There was just so much to love, so much to desire - the big hands, the wide shoulders, the sharp jaw and the lucious hair, even more attractive now that it was a bit messy.
"Look who's back," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as well, trying not to show how much she wanted to throw herself over him. That week away from him made her realise how much she got addicted.
"Missed me, love?" he asked as if he did not know the answer, looking her up and down.
"Maybe." She shrugged, also realising they were both just playing.
She wanted to tease him so more, but he had other plans. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to himself, making their bodies bump into each other. She chuckled, then gave him a smirk.
"And who's impatient now?"
"You can't imagine how much I needed you," he whispered into her ear, nibbling on it just slightly, barely, and yet that was enough to send a shiver down her spine.
"Glad you're safe," she whispered back, and he pulled away to look into her eyes.
"I'm happy you're safe, too." He put his hand on her cheek, then moved his thumb over it affectionately. "You already fixing this?" he added, indicating the flaperon.
"That's my job, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but that's not the priority, really. I need your help in the cockpit. I've had some issues with the joystick."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.
Before she could ask more, Poe climbed the side of his X-wing, then jumped into the cockpit swiftly. He beckoned her to follow, and so she did, staying on the ladder next to the ship.
"You should get inside here to see," he said, indicating the small cockpit.
"Inside?" She raised an eyebrow. "This cockpit isn't exactly a fit for more than one person."
He couldn't help but smirk again. "Afraid of getting close to me, my little mechanic?
He knew she wouldn't back down from such a challenge, and he was right. Without a second thought, she quickly climbed inside the cockpit and had no choice but to sit in his lap, trapped between his chest and the controls. The moment she did that, she realised how easily she had fallen into Poe's trap.
He let out a snigger, putting his hands on her hips. "And now... I have you right where I want you."
"I should've predicted that..." she said in defeat, as though she didn't enjoy every second of it.
He laughed again, clearly satisfied with that response. "I told you I'd get you back, love... Tell me you weren't basically asking for it. I'd say your messages were quite clear."
Having accepted her fate, Y/N smiled, bathing in that blissful feeling of his large hands on her body. Even through the material of her pants, it was enough to make her feel just that much hotter.
"I suppose there is another joystick that needs my attention here, huh?" she bit back just to hear another snicker, his hands slowly wandering up the sides of her body and down again.
"So cheeky," he said as if it were a compliment. "Can't help but love that about you." He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck.
"I get that from you, flyboy."
"Flyboy?" he almost sounded offended, but, at the same time, his playful tone didn't leave him. "You know, I'd admit... I've always had a fantasy to do this here." He kissed her neck, softly at first, just to plant two more, passionate kisses right after. She let out a small sigh; the hickeys he left on her the night before his mission had barely healed, and she knew that he would not stop himself from creating new ones, especially now that he knew all her weakest points.
"I figured as much." She chuckled. "I guess this is called a cockpit for a reason."
He laughed against her neck, hot breath tingling the spots that were already wet from his kisses as his hands kept roaming. He kissed the side of her neck again, finding a particularly sensitive spot right on her artery, which he grazed with his teeth, earning another sigh from her.
"You know... I've missed you too much to be watching your back," he said sensually, his hands gripping her hips again. "I want to see your eyes as I work my magic..."
Poe helped her turn on his lap in the small cockpit, then pulled her as close to himself as possible, their chests colliding.
"Now, that's much better, isn't it, love?" he said quietly while his eyes wandered to the revealing cleavage of her shirt. "You'd put that on for me?"
"Oh, don't flatter yourself, Dameron." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You know I always dress like this."
He wasn't buying it - or, at the very least, he didn't want to.
"But you knew I'd be coming to have all of this for myself. And I can think of only one thing when I see you like that."
Before she could react in any way, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft skin he worshipped so much while his hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks.
"How come you always smell so good?" he said groggily, his voice alone making her heart beat faster.
"Showers, flyboy."
He opened his mouth for a moment, then stared at her in mild disbelief.
"Feisty, are we?" he asked eventually, unwilling to admit defeat. "I see... I'm being too nice to you. Perhaps you should show me how much you missed me. I am, after all, a tired hero..."
Finally, she gave in and decided to act, too. She quickly started helping him out of his jacket, and he understood immediately, raising his arms slightly so she could take it off. She threw it over the side of the ship and let it fall to the hangar floor, then leaned in just slightly. For him, it worked immediately; he grabbed her jaw with both his hands and pulled her to himself almost posesssively to kiss her with hunger. The desire they had been both feeling during their separation finally starting to resolve. He didn't restrain himself one bit, almost devouring her through the feverish kisses. He let his tongue taste her, too, remembering what a wonderful taste it was.
The kissing and breathing sounds echoed in the empty hangar, with occasional moans and grunts in between they could not control. While Y/N kept her hand on his nape, pulling him closer, his arms were exploring her body, as if trying to touch each and every inch of it.
The moment she shifted slightly to adjust her sitting position on him, he pulled away, letting out a short groan. She knew that sound already and looked down.
"Someone's got a little excited there."
He traced her jaw with his finger. "You can't imagine how many times I was sitting there and wished you would be here... Just like that."
"Dreams do come true, Commander."
Using his rank was another thing that did it for him. He grabbed the straps of her shirt and pulled them down so the material fell and uncovered her breasts. He took a deep breath at the sight as he realised she had no bra on. The sight seemed to have rendered him speechless; he forgot everything he was doing to stop and marvel, so she seized the chance. She grinded herself against him, slowly, catching him my surprise. He let out a small gasp, one that satisfied her greatly.
"Keep up with me," Y/N said teasingly, and she could almost see the lust gleam in Poe's eyes when she did.
"You asked for it," he replied huskily, knowing what he could do to her just by using that voice.
His hands reached for her pants. He unzipped them, then she stood up and, although it was a bit difficult in the small cockpit, he eventually managed to take her pants off of her. She was left in her panties and her shirt half down - a view he could get used to.
Y/N wanted to straddle him again, but he shook his head and pushed her ever so sligthly against the controls.
"No, stay there..." he uttered quietly, his eyes taking in her figure. "Oh, I'm gonna remember the view. You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N."
She propped herself up on her elbows, biting her lip as she took in the compliment. He was enjoying the view in front of her, too; his cheeks were flushed, his hair even more messy than before, the upper part of his shirt unbuttoned, showing some of his collarbone.
"You aren't so bad yourself, Dameron," she replied, wondering what he was planning.
His large hands first dug into her thighs, massaging them just for a moment before one of them wandered straight between her legs. He began slowly rubbing her against the white material of her panties, making her squirm immediately. It was only then when she realised how touch-starved she was; touching herself on her own was now nowhere near as satisfactory.
Poe seemed to enjoy it a little bit too much when he noticed how each and every one if his rubs provoked different reactions from her. Sighs, soft moans, her biting her lip to stop herself and spreading her legs wider almost absent-mindedly... He knew he would not be able to control himself for much longer. Her reactions were one of the things he enjoyed most about all of their encounters.
"Seems like you needed me just as much... But why so quiet, love?" He looked her straight in the eye, wondering where his favourite moans went to - especially the ones mentioning his name.
"Quiet?" She panted. "I'd say I'm being too... Loud..." Another soft moan escaped her lips as he picked up the pace, the material between his fingers already wet.
He chuckled. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell lot louder than that."
"This isn't exactly a private place... What if someone hears?" she asked between heavy breaths as he did not stop, quite the contrary, he focused on rubbing her clit directly, having learned that works like a dream.
He seemed completely unbothered, shrugging. "The best pilot of the Resistance has his needs. And it so happens hearing these moans of yours is one of them."
He used his free hand to close the cockpit, cutting them out from the outside world with a triumphant expression.
"Don't restrain yourself, love."
Having said that, he grabbed the material of the panties and moved it to the side, uncovering her soaked folds. His fingers went back to work at once, this time flesh to flesh, driving her crazy in a matter of seconds.
He slipped in two of his fingers inside her almost effortlessly, then began pumping in and out quickly, making her throw her head back as she buckled her hips to meet even more of his touch. He smirked at that as his other hand kept on circling her clit.
"I don't have enough hands for everything I want to touch..."
"But you have something else," she breathed out as her body was begging her to have him inside it. As pleasurable as what he was doing was, his fingers were simply not enough. She craved all of him, especially after missing him and worrying because of his mission.
For a moment, she heard nothing but pounding of her heart in her ears as she reached for his belt and unbuckled it.
"Well, won't you look at that." He smiled smugly, taking his hand back for a moment. "A week without me and you've become wild. Maybe I should leave more often?"
"Don't you dare," she hissed, still panting as she unzipped his pants.
He wasn't going to stop her, he didn't even tease her - instead, he lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull down both his pants and boxers, uncovering his erection. She looked at it shamlessly, then glanced back between her legs, where the wetness was starting to drip down her thigh.
"Seems like we both have to be taken care of."
"How fortunate," he grabbed her by the hips again. "May I?"
"Not you asking now like you didn't fuck me senseless the night before you left."
He smirked again, getting even more aroused at the memory of that night. "Oh, sorry for being a gentleman, love," he said sarcastically. "Let me fix that."
Before she could react, he aligned her position, then lowered her onto his cock roughly, earning a yelp out of her. He let out a short grunt, keeping his eyes on her face so as not to miss any reactions.
"Not so confident now, are you?"
"You... Oh, fuck..." She took a deep breath, trying to adjust herself to such a sudden change.
He sniggered yet again. "That I will, love."
The first thrust of his hips felt like a sigh of relief after days of longing. They both needed that, probably more than they thought up until this moment. He was dragging his cock slowly but with power, helping himself by guiding her hips while she started responding. The smallness of the cockpit made them unable to escape anywhere; they were as close to each other as possible, Y/N's nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest. He filled her up to the brim with every thrust, still slowly, allowing both of them to relish in the bliss of the moment.
His hands moved to grab her ass firmly and kept on guiding her while her mouth travelled to his neck this time - she wanted to leave a few marks for him as well.
"I could do this all night," he rasped, their hips rocking in unision.
In response, she only let out a short cry against his neck as his cock found a particular spot, and the pleasure it gave her almost made her lose balance. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her cheeks flushed.
"Poe, faster," she moaned, unable to bear the feeling of release almost coming and then quickly going away every time he slowed down.
These two words almost turned him feral.
"Oh, what was that?" he asked even though they both knew he heard her loud and clear.
"I beg you," she whispered, placing a pleading kiss on his neck.
"Now that's what I like."
A triumphant expression took over him as he leaned her against the controls, taking some of her weight off of him. It allowed him to move faster just like she wanted, and hell, he enjoyed it too, feeling almost an animalistic need for the inevitable orgasm building up inside him. He really didn't need much; she turned him on mkre than anybody did.
He moved as fast as he could in the position they were in, bathing in the blissful sensations and sounds coming out of her, not even caring if someone was going to catch them. The sweat on her forehead, her throwing her head back, and everything happening right there, in the cockpit of his ship as he had fantasised... It was enough to drive a man crazy.
She kept on rocking her hips to match his movements and meet him deep inside, just so he would keep on hitting that spot which felt best. She noticed how he furrowed his brow and his breath became heavier, letting her know he was close. She could not blame him as she herself felt she needed just a few more thrusts.
"Come with me, love," he said breathily, prompting her to grab his shoulders tighter. Yes, she wanted to do that, it would be such a bliss...
"Poe... I'm so..." she wanted to tell him she would, but words failed her. Instead, immense pleasure washed over her as she felt herself gush all over his cock.
Mere seconds later, he filled her up to the brim with his cum, swearing under his breath. He had been waiting for this, and the indescrabibly pleasurable sensation was worth the wait.
Moments later, everything stopped, and they both fell into each other's arms, breathless. Y/N slowly raised herself, letting his penis slip out of her, his cum followinig right after, some of it landing on the pilot seat.
"Now... That's gonna leave a stain."
He glanced down and shrugged. "I'll have something to remember this by. I'm addicted to this. To you," he said in a hushed tone, then leaned in to leave a passionate kiss on her lips.
"I believe I could told you the same." Y/N smiled, wondering how she could have ever lived without this.
"Just so you know," his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer again, "we're doing this again. Now. We have seven days to catch up on."
Damn. He got her all exicted again in mere seconds, barely after allowing her to take in the orgasm from a minute earlier. It seemed like her legs were opening again just as he spoke, her body remembering how wonderful it felt to be connected with his.
"I am definitely not going to stop you."
"And this time..." His hands wandered up from her hips straight to her breasts. "I believe these two need my attention."
The unrealized ship potential of Cameron and dawn kills me bc like, imagine dawn getting Cameron used to certain parts of nature that he’d never been able to experience before, imagine Cameron finally being able to talk to someone about his nerd stuff, imagine them just being all soft and cute together, GUYS DO U SEE THE VISION PLEASE
